AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I look down at my short nails still half-coated in the slate polish she picked out for me last week. I should take it off, but I don’t have any remover and I kind of like it. “Well, then it was his turn.”
Her brow edges up. “And he wasn’t using you.”
I cover my eyes with my hands, wishing I could unsee the way he looked at me. Wishing I could forget the way he touched me. Like I was precious. Like I was everything. Like he wasn’t going to stop until I saw what he was trying to show me.
I wish I could forget the way he sank into my body, how he moved so I felt him everywhere. How he brought me close time and time again, whispering:almost… not quite… just a little longer, baby.Telling me he’d never last if he felt me coming around him again… and he wanted it to last.
Liar.
“No. And as if that isn’t bad enough, the jerk got me off two more times before he quit.”
“Bastard,” she gasps. Then her eyes narrow and she reaches for one of my still-damp curls and gives it a tug… Just like he did. “Did you shower at home and then come over here?”
I shake my head, ashamed. “I was mush. I couldn’t resist when he brought me into his shower.”
One brow pushes into a neat arch. “And?”
“And he washed my hair for like twenty minutes straight, massaging my scalp and kissing my neck. WhileIwas the one getting most of the spray.”
“Whoa.”
“He wanted me to spend the night. Tried to tempt me with takeout.”
“Okay, don’t hate me, but that sounds kind of dreamy.”
It was everything I never wanted it to be. “Or like someone trying to take back my control. And screw that.”
She doesn’t seem convinced. “So how did you leave it?”
“He asked if he could take me out tomorrow after the game. I told him no, but thanked him for the good time.”
“Cold.” She gives me a little fist bump. But then looks away in a very un-Margo-like way. “But I mean, youcouldsee him again.”
“What?” I choke out. “No. Haven’t you been listening? This was a one-time thing.”
Hands up, she starts nodding. “Right. Right.” Then squinting one eye at me, asks, “So you feel like you’re in control again?”
“Not even close.” I sigh. “But another night in Quinn’s bed is the last thing I need to fix that.”
Standing up from the couch, she starts toward the kitchen. “Drink time. You earned it.”
Chapter 11
Quinn
This Season
Ibounce off the boards and come after Lorenski, my focus on one thing and one thing only. My puck.
He’s pushing hard, but I’m pushing harder. I take it off his stick and cut back. The defense is on me while trying to cover Vassar too, but it’s no good. We’re about to light up that goal.
I flick a pass across the ice, watch it land on Vassar’s stick and use the beat it takes to come back, jockeying to get clear.
And then the puck is flying, and I’m taking the shot as it comes into range.
Thwack!
It’s going top shelf, slicing through that barest gap Otto struggles to protect. My heart stops, breath holding even as I race to get myself positioned for a rebound— But it’s in!
